Tightly-folded bud,
I have wished you something
None of the others would:
Not the usual stuff
About being beautiful,

The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance...
our long way home.
I was always yours to have.

Every soul that touches yours—
Be it the slightest contact—
Get there from some good;
Some little grace; one kindly thou
One aspiration yet unfelt;

Lo han despojado del diverso mundo
de los rostros, que son lo que era
De las cercanas calles, hoy distan
y del cóncavo azul, ayer profundo.
De los libros le queda lo que deja

if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
otherwise, don’t even start.
if you’re going to try, go all the
way.

When the grey lake-water rushes
Past the dripping alder-bushes,
And the bodeful autumn wind
In the fir-tree weeps and hushes,—
When the air is sharply damp

Abstraction is an old story with t
Granted no one but a humanist much
Then there is this wildness whereo
It should be of the pleasure of a
No tears in the writer, no tears i

Up, black, striped and demasked li
At a funeral mass, the skunk’s tai
Paraded the skunk. Night after ni
I expected her like a visitor.
The refrigerator whinnied into sil

He is here, come down to look for
It is the song that calls you back
a song of joy and suffering
equally: a promise:
that things will be different up t

Go to Tibet.
Ride a camel.
Read the Bible.
Dye your shoes blue.
Grow a Beard.

1. Men’s novels are about men. Wo
Women do not usually write novels
2. I like to read novels in which
3. Men favor heroes who are tough
4. Men’s novels are about how to g

Why should I let the toad work
Squat on my life?
Can’t I use my wit as a pitchfork
And drive the brute off?
Six days of the week it soils